we coaxed the blues right out of the horn.
mame.
we charmed the husk right off of the corn.
mame.
we got that banjo strumming and pluncking out of tune to beat the band.
the whole plantation's humming since we brought dixie back to dixie land.
we made the cotton easy to pick.
mame.
we gave their old mint julep a kick.
mame.
who ever thought these yankees
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